He woke, he knew that he was dying
He spoke and found that he was flying
Upstairs, high above the city
Through the ceiling of the stars so cruel and pretty
Arms spread across the dark river
The night air causing him to shiver
Like the fluorescent lights in the Seven Eleven
Meet me in the backstreets of Heaven
I don't wanna kiss you goodbye
I don't wanna kiss you goodbye, no no
I don't wanna kiss you goodbye
Hello, hello, hello, how the time flies
And I don't wanna kiss you goodbye
He woke, he knew that he was dying
He spoke and found that he was flying
Upstairs, high above the city
Through the ceiling of the stars so cruel and pretty
Electric lines and wispy jet contrails
Ships at sea and B and O train rails
A tunnel of light like the Seven Eleven
Meet me in the backstreets of Heaven
I don't wanna kiss you goodbye
I don't wanna kiss you goodbye, no no
Hello, hello, hello, how the time flies
And I don't wanna kiss you goodbye
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Meet me in the backstreets of Heaven
Meet me in the backstreets of Heaven
Meet me in the backstreets of Heaven